We were all excited for our date with Anna-Maria, a gorgeous domme with a penchant for all things scat and piss. Dinner had been delicious, and the conversation had flowed effortlessly between us. As we sat back after the meal, enjoying our coffee and dessert, the topic inevitably turned to our planned scat scene.
"So, Anna-Maria, any chance you can shit for us?" I asked lightly, trying to sound nonchalant.
She giggled, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Unfortunately not, love. I just had lunch a few hours ago, so no shit after dinner." Her disappointment was palpable, but she quickly recovered. "But don't worry, I can still give you a nice pee show."
That was the least that we expected, but we knew it would be amazing regardless. We followed her into her private chambers, our anticipation mounting as we heard the sound of water running in the background. She emerged a few moments later, dressed in a stunning red latex dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The dress ended just below her hips, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy.
"Now, gentlemen, please sit down and make yourselves comfortable," she commanded, her voice taking on a seductive edge. We did as we were told, arranging ourselves in a semicircle around her, our eyes fixed on her every move.
Anna-Maria stood in front of us, her head tilted back slightly, her eyes closed. She breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling with each inhalation. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, a trickle of piss began to emerge from between her legs. It was a fascinating sight, watching this beautiful woman release herself so naturally.
"You know, this would be much more humiliating if you were actually going to drink it." I said, my voice thick with desire.
She opened her eyes and smiled slyly. "Oh, but I intend to, my love. I just don't see any point in rushing things." Her words sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my cock pulsing with anticipation.
Slowly, sensually, Anna-Maria lowered herself onto the floor, still maintaining eye contact with each of us. She spread her legs wide, inviting us to watch as she began to pee. The stream was steady now, flowing directly onto the floor between her legs. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts hovering just above the puddle of urine, her fingers teasingly close to her clit.
"Do you like watching me pee, boys? Does it make you hot?" She purred, her voice seductive and taunting all at once. I couldn't speak, caught in awe of her beauty and power.
But she didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she continued to play with herself, her fingers dancing over her flesh as she brought herself closer and closer to climax. The smell of urine filled the air, and I could feel myself growing harder, my mind lost in the heat of the moment.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Anna-Maria shuddered and moaned, her body arching as she came. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, and the stream of urine became more forceful, splashing against her body and the floor.
She collapsed onto her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Drink, boys," she commanded, her voice thick with lust. We moved forward slowly, hesitantly, but we couldn't resist her siren call. I knelt between her legs, my face inches from her dripping pussy. She spread her legs wider, giving me better access to her offering.
I leaned forward, tongue darting out to taste the sweet nectar. It was unlike anything I had ever tasted before, and yet it was intoxicatingly addictive. I lapped at her slowly, savoring every drop, while my co-workers took turns tasting her offering.
When we were finished, Anna-Maria helped us to our feet, still breathless from our encounter. "That was amazing, Anna-Maria," I said, my voice hoarse with desire.
She smiled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I thought it was rather fitting, given the circumstances." She stood up, smoothing down her dress before turning to leave us there, speechless and wanting more.
